Illumination
enlightenment
the brightness
turned up
until it is blinding,
a blackness
in its own right;
a lack of definition
that makes me desperate
for even just a hint
of shadow.
by matt at shadow of iris
Read another poem of light and shadow:
when the light comes, a poem
When the light comes
the cockroaches will scurry
the ghosts will fade
and the vampires,
they will burn.
by matt at shadow of iris
Read another poem of light and shadow:
darkness and dim light, a poem
darkness and dim light
Darkness and dim light
the play of shadows
across a windswept plateau
old trees that shake and waver
flashes of lightening
from dark clouds
full of slow rumbling thunder;
spirits call to you
in the night
and ask you
for a role reversal
let me roam again
they say
once more
with the living.
by matt at shadow of iris
Read another poem of light and shadow:
enveloped in shadows, a poem
enveloped in shadows
Enveloped in shadows
seeping into the earth
strong pungent smells
yesterday devouring me
even as tomorrow
springs out;
my heart floats
high above
casting diffuse rays
of dim blue.
by matt at shadow of iris
Read another poem of light and shadow:
destroyed by light, a poem
destroyed by light
Destroyed by light
a vampire
too hyped up
on positive thoughts
and rosy requests;
now just a zombie
burning in the morning dawn
and wishing
for a cool breath
of shadow.
by matt at shadow of iris
Read another poem of light and shadow:
Instantaneous searing light, a poem
